The bedroom door flew open violently and an angry stepmother stepped into the room.
"Ty!" June cried, seeing only her foster son sitting on his floor poised with his hand on top of nothing. "What the hell are you doing?"
For a moment, Ty blushed deep red, and then the realization sunk in. He stood up, trying to hide his boner and hoping June wouldn't notice.
"She can't see me." Seera giggled, sighing in slight aggravation at having the moment ruined. "But oh, if she could know what she just walked in on."
The dragoness stood on her feet shakily, stretched, and walked beside June quizzically. "This is your foster mother?" Seera asked in disbelief. "She looks mean, master."
Ty simply stood at attention, waiting for the abuse to start. He wasn't disappointed.
"You're supposed to be in the shower before your brother! You're supposed to be dressed and at the breakfast table! How hard is it for you to grasp these simple expectations, child?"
"Sorry, ma'am." Ty said sheepishly.
"Quit wasting my time! And stop your idiotic daydreaming! There's yard work to be done today, and your father and I expect it DONE! Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am." Ty nodded.
Seera snarled viciously and craned her muzzle inches from June's face. "Surely, master, you wish this vile creature some punishment."
Indeed, Ty's thoughts swirled over a multitude of choices. Seeing Seera angrily standing up to the horrible woman, an idea clicked.